| Breathe, rip myself away from sleep
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| Stare at a hole through the ceiling
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| I trace all the valleys I have in my mind
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| Then repeat, I see different shape from all the lack of sleep
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| Just thinking what the hell is wrong with me?
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| Have I lost my mind?
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| Tear down my walls and be real again
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| When I look in your eyes, I can feel again
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| I couldn’t trust anyone, 'cause I’m too fucking cynical
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| Too many bruises on my chest
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| Too much weight and not enough progress
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| You run through my mind again
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| As you take all this weight off of my chest
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| You stitch up the wounds I thought would never close
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| Please don’t be the eye of the storm, eye of the storm
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| Tear down my walls and be real again
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| When I look in your eyes, I can feel again
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| Tear down my walls and be real again
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| With my hands in your hands, I can feel again
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| Not stuck in the cycle anymore
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| Please don’t be the eye of the storm
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| Not stuck in the frame I was before
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| Please don’t be the eye of the storm |